Casa Vives — Restaurant in Barcelona

I went to Barcelona with the sole purpose of celebrating the farewell party of a dear friend. He is giving up to his freedom and will never see him again since he is getting married, but he is happy and that's enough. Despite our crazy crazy night in Barcelona based on the classic sex, drug and rock-'n'-roll, we found a moment to enjoy a nice breakfast to this little corner of paradise in Barcelona. Everything was really well presented, and I enjoyed every single bite. I tried a croissant and a pain au chocolate both of them crunchy enough and with a nicely structured dough. I liked the pain au chocolate better but the difference is really minimal. The staff was really kind and helpful, the first day a smiling and friendly lady served us, but I guess the second day is where the magic happened. A young girl was there, I don't know her name, she doesn't know mine for sure, but we really clicked, she gave me a small sugar packet but just because due to a misunderstanding I got confused by her smile and I asked for it. I was there for about 30 min or so, but I lived one of the most beautiful love story of my life. I am sure you will never forget about me as well. Sincerely yours

Guy who asked the sugar and also a plate for the pain au chocolate because his friend order for him and you thought that everything was just...

Lovely breakfast spot just 3 mins from our accommodation! They have a wide selection of sweet treats, pastries and sandwiches to choose from.

Daily fresh coffee paired with a pastry a day, from a financier to a palmier to donuts (2-3 because of their size!) to a chocolate croissant before finally taking away a whole bunch of savoury croissants and skinny baguettes for our trip to Rome.

We have missed our getting our breakfast fix here and we will back for me the next time we’re...

Me he llevado una decepción. Había comprado hace tiempo un Appfelstrudel y estaba delicioso. Así que ayer, martes, de paseo por el centro con mi madre que había venido de visita desde Italia, entramos para comprar otra cosa y ella insistió para que nos lleváramos un Strudel también. La chica que nos atendió nos explicó que habíamos tenido suerte porque normalmente solo los hacen en fin de semana, pero si hay algún pedido el pastelero hace alguno más “para la tienda”. “Excusatio no petita acusatio manifesta” decían los latinos, habría tenido que pensarlo. Cuando por la noche lo fuimos a comer estaba claro por la masa que el postre era del domingo anterior… Y que el propietario no me conteste, como ya ha hecho con comentarios anteriores, que todos sus postres son del día, porque soy perfectamente capaz de reconocer una masa del strudel que no es del día. En Italia es un postre bastante común y yo misma elaboro postres, aunque de forma casera… Lo que más encuentro molesto es la historia que nos contó la mujer de la tienda sin que le pidiéramos ninguna explicación. Está claro por la diferencia entre los comentarios más antiguos y los más recientes que algo ha empeorado en este...